Charlotte's Poem

There was more to her than meets the eye

People mocked her of the very things I loved about her

Her crooked smile spreading a wave of rippling lines across her face

Deep trenches of knowledge and memories edged along her forehead

Always wearing the dark red lipstick which shined like ripened cherries

Her eyes were wide, full of joy and eagerness

Even a sense of craziness

For there was so much to learn about her

She was like abstract art

With many opinions and thoughts about her

There were those who took a first glance and thought they knew it all

Claiming it’s either too wild or unrealistic

As it seem that enthusiasm, was not idealistic

And there were people like myself

Who looked at you from every aspect and knew there was more

More to learn

More to see

More to picture

But most important of all,

More to appreciate 

From, 

Charlotte